It is strange how our lives can contain remnants of others' that we remain completely blind to. Sri Aurobindo and The Mother have been present in my life in many ways that I never noticed, or rather never showed a curiosity for even if I picked up on these things - tiny packets of 'Blessings' tucked into my wallet by my mother, my late grandfather's library that has an entire room dedicated to literature on Sri Aurobindo which we summer-break-visitors would momentarily gawk at before our child-like curiosities took us elsewhere, the many opened-unopened newsletters and pamphlets from the Ashram strewn all over his house in various stages of scrutiny and abandonment, the cashew candies my grandparents brought back for us kids from their annual visits to Pondicherry, the Sri Aurobindo Center that they operated from the first floor of their house. So many links that went unnoticed came into the light when years later, us kids-but-kids-no-more visited Pondiche...
And with that, my Christmas of Film experiment comes to an end. There were a couple of pleasant surprises, with both Eyes Wide Shut and AK vs AK being set around Christmas which I was not aware of prior to watching them. No Country for Old Men takes first spot out of the movies I have watched over the last ten days. The tension and the philosophical undertones are hard to beat - truly a modern classic. Heat was the most disappointing in that I had much higher expectations of it than what it ended up being. There were a couple of films I watched which I haven't logged here - Zanjeer and Deewar - because I don't have anything meaningful to say about them just yet, and also because I did not watch them with my full attention. Perhaps another day. The greatest gift this period has given me is the space to consume lengthier films to their fullest without worrying about being in the office the next morning. Movies shall hopefully continue to remain an integral...